Ava was taken aback. She looked at the person in front of her. He gazed at her, eyes deep and different from usual, dark-hued yet looking much better than before. "Didn’t you say those words?" He spoke again, with a tone full of reproach. Ava’s heart skipped a beat. She regained her composure and immediately said, "I did say them, but I didn’t mean it like that. I didn’t want to divorce you, but I honestly don’t know why I said that." "If you don’t believe me, I can swear!" In this moment, Ava was no longer weeping like pearls, nor was she weak and aggrieved. She sat up from his embrace, immediately raised her hand with a solemn face, "I, Ava Sterling, swear, if there’s a lie in what I just said, may I be struck by lightning, hit by a car when I step out..." The deep voice interrupted Ava’s unfinished words. Ava was startled, looking at the suddenly stern person. What’s wrong with him? Even after she swore, he didn’t believe her? And he’s angry? With a confused face, she had no idea why he suddenly changed his tone. Poe Vaughn looked at the person in front of him, she didn’t feel that there was anything wrong with what she just said. Just like her heart at this moment, she hadn’t lied, hadn’t deceived him. With a heavy heart, he stared at her intently for a long time and then spoke, "In the future, don’t swear." She could understand him forbidding talk of divorce, after all, the boss’s pride is valuable, and it’s up to the boss to mention divorce, not her minor role. But what does not swearing mean? How does it affect anything? Ava looked at Poe Vaughn with a puzzled expression, utterly baffled. Poe Vaughn looked at her eyes, still filled with confusion and misunderstanding, and he said, "Don’t make me repeat myself." This time his voice was even deeper, and Ava felt a tightness in her chest, not daring to delay, she quickly nodded, "I won’t swear, I won’t swear." "What my husband says goes, I listen to my husband!" After finishing, Ava’s mind raced, and she immediately leaned into Poe Vaughn’s arms, hugging him, "Husband, don’t be angry anymore, don’t be angry." "Anger makes you age faster." "It’s also not good for your health." "It’s all my fault, don’t hold it against me." "I’m just childish in nature, like a child, you know? The kind who is unreasonable. Don’t hold it against me." "You see, you’re a lot older than me, your character is also more stable, you can be more tolerant, wait a few more years, my temperament will settle down." "Don’t hold it against me, okay?" As Ava spoke, she patted Poe Vaughn’s chest, soothing him. Meanwhile, Poe Vaughn’s brow twitched, and his head throbbed slightly. She always had a way of provoking his anger. Ultimately, Poe Vaughn didn’t speak further, and after Ava spoke for a while without his response, she also stopped talking. Yet his arm remained around her, holding her, which soothed her heart. The anger had dissipated. Updates are released by novel(ꜰ)ire.net But she dared not relax, she still needed to comfort him, so Ava continued hugging Poe Vaughn, leaning against him, her hand gently stroking his chest, as if trying to calm him. And as she stroked, she yawned, her eyelids growing heavy. Poe Vaughn heard the sound, opened his eyes, and looked down at her. Her cheek rested on his chest, eyelashes drooping, gradually, her lashes fell over her eyelids, and the hand on his chest also gradually lowered. And as he watched her fingers about to slip away, he lifted his hand, holding hers. The hand was slender and soft, resting in his palm, easily held with one hand. He gazed at her, her eyes now completely shut, her breath soft upon his chest, warmth wrapping gently around his heart.